That hard thread between us. Is it gold? Do I have to be so outshined by my curtain? Opened, especially by breaking. people who would die people who would almost die and who would be injured My dad was in the water. Across an unprecedented space. It would rain for days, they said he'd come home. [lists the father's wounds] That hard thread is a bone. Is made of bone. When I was alone, a girl, the first loss, between tunnels... I didn't need so much. I'd eventually get hungry.